Have another bicky and be quiet.
Too busy loading as much music as possible onto the new iPod. Davis & Livermore trip was fine; had some tapas and a Manhattan, went for lots of walks in the 31F weather, shared a bed with my mother and kicked and drooled and coughed and pawed all over her enough that I am lucky to be alive and typing this. Furthermore, bought/took off my grandma's hands FAR too many books: Neverwhere and American Gods, Orlando, Brideshead Revisited, Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, Horror Movies: Tales of Terror in the Cinema, The Films of Merchant Ivory, Gary Larson's Prehistory of the Far Side, Treasures of Britain: The Architectural, Cultural, Historical and Natural History of Britain, a tiny 1903 version of Romeo and Juliet, and about half a dozen sundry non-Jeevesian Wodehouse books. I officially have a brain disorder or something, because I have nowhere left to store these fucking mothers!
Saw Jason for late lunch yesterday, which was nice. He still has my Withnail and I DVD, but only because he wants to watch it a third time. \o/ He also still has my Boosh and Black Books DVDs, which would be fine, except I have an excruciating Black Books craving right now, and it's driving me up the bloody wall. Thank Christy for YouTube - just now I am distracting myself with Dylan Moran's glorious What It Is show. Drop what you're doing and go watch it/listen to it now if you love yourself.
Figured out the first chord for "Creep" on the uke (the tabs I downloaded do not sound at all right), which has tentatively been named "You Stupid Fucking Piece of Wood, Why Do You Hate Me," since I'm not sure that I'm one hundred percent happy with that. Right now all I can play all the way through is a dubiously accurate version of Iggy Pop's "I Wanna Be Your Dog."
So. 2011. I think that this whole idea of New Year's Resolutions is fucking stupid, but I suppose there are a few specific things that I would like to happen. Before I graduate, I want to have my driver's license. After I graduate, if nothing else lands in my lap, I'd like to get a local job in a bookshop or something, so that I can start building up my own income. I'm then going to move to LA and be part of the writers team for the TV pilot that Jason cowrote and which got picked up. If I finish my poetry manuscript, I'll start sending it off to publishers. I also want to get my first tattoo and pierce my ears again. I think these are all vaguely reasonable goals. We'll see what happens with them.
Looking into reading some David Sedaris and Poppy Z. Brite, and giving The Amazing Adventure of Kavalier & Clay another stab (I didn't have time to finish it last year). Downloading Neil Gaiman reading his stories from Fragile Things and the tribute album Where's Neil When You Need Him?, hee hee.
And finally, Mum and I are watching the Sherlock pilot tonight!!! I plan to laugh my ass off at all the discrepancies. I have also discovered the version of The Hound of the Baskervilles that Peter Cook and Dudley Moore did in 1979. GENIUS. Bleeding weird and absurd as fuck, but in the best way.
Here. Listen to some good fucking music while I go and sit in the corner and try to convince myself not to eat my own ear.
GARDENING GARDENING GARDENING death.
~TDEO ^o^
Saw Jason for late lunch yesterday, which was nice. He still has my Withnail and I DVD, but only because he wants to watch it a third time. \o/ He also still has my Boosh and Black Books DVDs, which would be fine, except I have an excruciating Black Books craving right now, and it's driving me up the bloody wall. Thank Christy for YouTube - just now I am distracting myself with Dylan Moran's glorious What It Is show. Drop what you're doing and go watch it/listen to it now if you love yourself.
Figured out the first chord for "Creep" on the uke (the tabs I downloaded do not sound at all right), which has tentatively been named "You Stupid Fucking Piece of Wood, Why Do You Hate Me," since I'm not sure that I'm one hundred percent happy with that. Right now all I can play all the way through is a dubiously accurate version of Iggy Pop's "I Wanna Be Your Dog."
So. 2011. I think that this whole idea of New Year's Resolutions is fucking stupid, but I suppose there are a few specific things that I would like to happen. Before I graduate, I want to have my driver's license. After I graduate, if nothing else lands in my lap, I'd like to get a local job in a bookshop or something, so that I can start building up my own income. I'm then going to move to LA and be part of the writers team for the TV pilot that Jason cowrote and which got picked up. If I finish my poetry manuscript, I'll start sending it off to publishers. I also want to get my first tattoo and pierce my ears again. I think these are all vaguely reasonable goals. We'll see what happens with them.
Looking into reading some David Sedaris and Poppy Z. Brite, and giving The Amazing Adventure of Kavalier & Clay another stab (I didn't have time to finish it last year). Downloading Neil Gaiman reading his stories from Fragile Things and the tribute album Where's Neil When You Need Him?, hee hee.
And finally, Mum and I are watching the Sherlock pilot tonight!!! I plan to laugh my ass off at all the discrepancies. I have also discovered the version of The Hound of the Baskervilles that Peter Cook and Dudley Moore did in 1979. GENIUS. Bleeding weird and absurd as fuck, but in the best way.
Here. Listen to some good fucking music while I go and sit in the corner and try to convince myself not to eat my own ear.
Click to viewGARDENING GARDENING GARDENING death.
~TDEO ^o^